Seeing Lin Tian begin to let his pen fly across the paper.
Gan Yan Yu widened her eyes curiously and leaned closer.
But halfway through writing, Lin Tian did not forget to turn around and sternly raise a finger at Gan Yan Yu.
"Don't say things like, 'Even if I lose, I'll have no regrets'!"
"With a formidable enemy before us, how can you say something so discouraging?"
One thing was one thing, another was another.
Gan Yan Yu's dream was to perform on the "highest" stage. If she could make it into the finals, that dream would already be half fulfilled.
But Lin Tian thought that was not the highest stage at all!
Shouldn't the highest be the Vienna Concert Hall for the Kohl Cup?
Setting her sights only on the "finals" was far too unambitious!
At the very least, it should be the Vienna Golden Hall, right?
But there was one thing that was not a problem.
That was, if she wanted to reach the Vienna Golden Hall.
She first had to complete her performance in the Dragon Qin Cup finals!
There was no mistake about that.
"Got it."
Gan Yan Yu nodded obediently and looked at Lin Tian's score.
This was the first time she had watched Lin Tian compose a piece from zero to one at such close range.
His speed left Gan Yan Yu dumbfounded.
But after all, it was Lin Tian. He had told her long ago.
He had recorded an enormous number of inspirations in his mind, most of them coming from dreams.
Whenever he needed to compose, he would take out those inspirations and arrange them into a piece—like drawing from stock! So once he started writing, he was naturally very fast.
Gan Yan Yu marveled at how many fantastical dreams Lin